Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Carrie (Ted Kooser)

"There's never an end to dustand dusting," my aunt would sayas her rag, like a thunderhead,scudded across the yellow oakof her little house. There she livedseventy years with a ballof compulsion closed in her fist,and an elbow that creaked and poppedlike a branch in a storm. Now dustis her hands and dust her heart.There's never an end to it.